if only our worlds made more sense,

would you lay here,

instead of the other side of a fence.

i found happiness in emptiness,

every color illuminates the bottom.

shameless, shallow.

i know each word is madness,

giving up on the mouth that speaks it.

i see you in between the plains,

the sea softly saying stop.

nostalgic is your being,

i miss a dying love long decayed,

drinking just to picture your face.

the way you said my name,

hammered hearts remain the same.

I'll love it till my dying day.

does it slowly bubble up,

like water over drains?

is it dawn upon a white-room wall?

will it sway like our legs,

in a dying day?

a loving word,

lifting curses from a loved one's lips?

is it backroad watered dirt,

under a moonless night,

revived by the morning light.

a chipped tooth,

in another drunken fight.

or the thought to lose that loving sigh.

that treat such broken men kindly.

such millennial grief,

yet i cant forget what it means:

a good morning or good night,

another song you want me to sing,

the words 'here' at my doorstep,

simple moments that i cant forget.

'have a good day's' at work.

or you asking for a shirt.

but i sure miss you when i hurt.

the first night i kissed you,

an eternity, i have missed you.

i wish i stopped when i could,

early jokes, how i would marry you,

in a crowded wood.

call it a life,

that life would have been good.

but the stars still miss you,

and the moon adores you.

not as much as me,

with my drunken words,

and my shaky knees,

a dying fiend.

that hopes to see,

the one he loves,

before she leaves.

a small insanity still holds me,

but i wrangle less for you.

i breathe a little more,

a slowly closed door.

soon the ice will coat the frame.

safe and sound, sometimes tame.

i pray the day i lose your name.

some nights i still burn alive,

that silent illness i survive.

alcohol already there,

before you arrived.

i carry you where i go,

our first love throes.

a future i will never know.

i still cry beneath each fired glow,

bright eyes you used to show.

i'll still love you,

when your love goes.

every night I drink,

i want to die,

but i never do.

i always just wake up.